Chapter 1964 The Battle of Ideas, Strength and Skill
The scene on the ring is very strange. A muscular man is lying on a stretcher, and the old man in front of him is sitting on a chair, talking casually.
It can be said to be the most harmonious group currently.
But only the real masters know what the two are doing. The two are preaching, each expounding their own cultivation method, and proving it through battle to gain the recognition of the world.
"If I lose to you here, then you are the only person in the world who has honed combat skills to the pinnacle!"
Xie Yimu patted the stretcher, and the crutches placed beside him shot out like an arrow from the bow string, stabbing the little guy directly.
"It's not such an exaggeration. I'm just a human being..."
The little guy stretched out a trembling finger and put it against the crutch, instantly neutralizing the terrifying power of the evil memory curtain and placing the crutch next to the chair.
"Human Ancestor, this is the first time I know your real name, Xiaolaodi. We are all creatures pursuing pure fighting. What did you abandon and what did you gain in order to reach this realm?"
"Money, power, women, wine and meat, you have the status of the ancestor of mankind. As long as you want, godhead is at your fingertips. You could have become a god and lived in peace for a long time, but you took the initiative to enter this world full of suffering and dangers.
, what exactly did you gain and what did you lose?”
Xie Yimu was still lying on the stretcher, motionless.
With the tentative move of using the crutch just now, he felt the endless and vast power emanating from Xiao Lao Di's body, which could never be possessed by a mortal body that gave up its power.
He wanted to find out Xiaolaodi's cultivation philosophy.
"What you said is still too exaggerated. I can't be as good as you said. I just happened to be the first human being and refused the divine position because of my arrogance when I was young. Maybe I was preparing for this moment secretly.
As the ancestor of mankind, I have to stand up for the children."
The young man waved his hands repeatedly and said cheerfully.
"We have come this far, and you are still talking about official talk. None of you stand up for the common people in the world. I can tell by looking at your expression that your smile is full of selfish desires."
"A guy who cares about all things in the universe and fights for the people of the world is not even qualified to step into the ring. You and I both know that in the end, the only thing that can support you in your cultivation is your extreme selfish desires!"
Xie Yimu sneered at Xiao Lao Di's statement. He probably meant these beautiful words to the beings watching from a distance in the starry sky and universe.
The smile on Xiao Lao Di's face disappeared little by little and he began to ponder.
"Strong man, I should be able to understand what you are saying. Throughout the history of cultivation, there is probably no living being who worships power as much as I did in the past. As long as it can be obtained, it does not matter whether it is money, power, women, or divine status.
, I can abandon even my brothers and heirs who are connected by blood without hesitation."
"On the contrary, the power accumulated in my body is increasing day by day, which is enough to make people intoxicated and forget themselves."
"As someone who thinks like this, the most painful thing to lose is, of course, power. In the history of mankind, no, including the history of gods, I, who longed for power the most, took the initiative to give up power."
"Compared with that regret, even saying goodbye to a blood relative seems insignificant."
The young man took off his clothes, revealing his aging and sagging skin. You could vaguely see the outline of a little muscle, but most of it was skin and bones, just like an ordinary old man.
"Ten thousand years ago, I trained my body like a mountain. I did all the exercises I could think of, and the dangers were almost out of my mind. Until my small frame was filled with high-density muscles, it is no exaggeration to say that
, that physical body is not inferior to yours now."
"In a simple comparison of wrist strength, I'm afraid even a hundred stars put together wouldn't be enough for me. In order to show off my unparalleled power, I have done stupid things. That year, I voluntarily gave up my divine position and waited until another monk became the first generation of power.
God Queen, tore it into pieces with my bare hands. In order to prove that my power surpasses the gods, I even tore the God of Power's throne. Your law of power should not be perfect and complete. That's because the law was incomplete by me.
Already."
"I laughed at all combat theories, claiming they were lies, and kept proving them false, until one day I met a real master, a farmer working in the fields, with wrists so slender that they could not even be called wrist strength.
, but I was slapped in the face, kicked on the body, and knocked down severely. He punched and kicked me, beating me to pieces."
"I lost to the real [Principle]. After that day, I put down all the cultivation techniques and began to exercise to master [Principle]. This means that my strength no longer increases. Compared with the rapid growth rate of strength,
, the training of [reason] can be described as boring and long.”
"It was the most painful and torturous time to watch those beings who were once far inferior to me, who could even be crushed with one finger, surpass me one after another and achieve the status of gods."
"But I endured it. No matter how happy or torturous the life was, people always have a way to adapt to the environment and get used to it. After a long time, my body gradually shrank, and the muscles containing terrifying power disappeared little by little, until a thousand years ago
, I gave up all the skills I had practiced for many years in my body and completely became an ordinary person. When I was eating, I could even feel the weight of the bowls and chopsticks on my wrists. At that moment, I finally understood and mastered the [Principle]!"
Little Lao Di's gloomy eyes brightened little by little, and he did not shy away from talking about his cultivation experience, and even described the mystery in detail. This was deliberately told to the world.
The theories he has practiced so far are all contained in Fangcai's words. Next, he will prove the correctness of his ideas.
"Hahaha, I see, you gave up your power, but gained it again."
"So, this battle is a challenge of reason versus force, skill versus strength?"
Xie Yimu sat up slowly from the stretcher and smiled evilly.
"You say it's counter-intuitive, God of Power. This is a challenge of power to technology, which is also your challenge to me!"
Xiao Lao Di's eyes suddenly glowed, and he ejected from the seat and fell to the ground. The chair instantly turned into powder, making no sound.
Xie Yimu stood up, stretched his body, and showed his body to the world.
Everyone in the audience couldn't help but swallowed. There was nothing they could do, Xiao Lao Di's confession was too high-spirited, and they were all dumbfounded.
He is not a god, but he has power beyond that of gods.
Strength and skill, violence and boxing, two completely opposite extreme concepts collide, and everyone wants to know the result.
Xie Yimu's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light: "I'm also very curious about what kind of moves your body can perform. I'll let you take the first shot."
The younger brother Di looked puzzled: "What are you talking about? There is no reason for a junior to let his elders take the first step. Come over here quickly."